Written whilst in Prado, looking out up at a statue of Thomas Gainsborough, lording it over the activities of the Avon lady’s market stall.
Gainsborough lords it high above cerise-pink hood;
a flower above all flowers –
its bed of make-up puckering lips up for a kiss.
Gainsborough smiles, his lips all pink and perfect.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 17th October, 2019